Hello Blog. I've missed you lately. So much has gone on the last couple weeks, so very much I'd love to use this wonderful outlet to consider, examinate, share, gain advice and insight. But so much has gone on that I've had no time. Now so much has gone on I have no idea where to start!
My morning last Friday (?) was caught up thinking about an article I read in the news about a 12 yo boy who committed suicide after suffering long-term bullying at his middle/junior high school. I thought about Youngest, who I am going to refer to as La from now on here. Not her name, but close to a nickname we gave her as a toddler when she danced to every melody she heard, Lala...musical notes, geddit? La has dealt with some bullying this year, some of it so bad a teacher, guidance counselor and I had to confer about the situation.
Wedding planning is in full swing around here now that we're very close to the 3 months away mark. After almost a year of being bored waiting for it to be time to do things, it feels like now we have to do everything rightdamnnow! As I have a disorder that often meddles with my ability to do everything I need and want to do in the time it needs to be done in, I've run smack into the wall of the ugly realities of what my disability will and won't let me do without paying a high pain price. Sometimes I grit my teeth and say Damn the pain! and sometimes the pain damns me by sending me to bed incapable of doing anything for the next 12 to 36 hours. I'm pretty sure after I collapse into bed tonight, the pain is going to be strongly damning, and that's just tough noogies for Vi, because I've got therapy and doctor's appointments early tomorrow. Woo Hoo!
Today is Daughter the 2nd's 29th birthday. She's an amazing woman. She's La's co-parent, and honestly has been since the kid was born, La's Dad not exactly pitching in much to help with day-to-day parenting. Probably best that way. She manages a large hobby store, gives up one of her days off every week to travel down and help out her paternal grandmother with any and every thing from cleaning house, running errands, taking her to the doctors. She's funny, smart, caring, generous with her love, time, resources, kindness. There really aren't enough people like her in the world: they're the unsung heroines, the people who always work quietly behind the scenes getting stuff done while someone up front takes the assumed credit. She's the young woman everyone always says is the backbone of every operation, the heart in the center of the family, the person in the family who knows everyone's secrets because she can always be trusted to keep them in confidence and never hold anyone's behavior against them. She's my blessing, my best friend, my confidant. We get along tremendously well because I like the heck out of her and love her more than I can say. We've spent the day celebrating her, and when she gets back from wedding craft shopping we'll be celebrating her more. Every one of us goes all out to make this day special, because she does so much for all of us.
Yeah, I'm one proud Mom.
Sorry for the random randomness, Hopefully I'll nail down some lucidity in some point.